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I am sorry I must look away;

There is too much about us each day

That tears at the living

And praise and thanksgiving

Which the soul needs to find and to say:

How can we together there move?

What mystery accept and approve?

The weakness we cannot acknowledge in passing,

The sinner we fail to accuse.

Why it resides in the nails and the cross

That mark all things else grief and loss

Where we look to self and to stars and to senses

Than rather our journey enough;

The one that remembers the battle

And embraces the challenge to fight

For Good that is better

Than what we find in this moment

That we were tempted to choose just to bite.

2012.05.10.0700 ©